Seeing the witch army coming, the eldest prince of Jinwu raised his hand and sacrificed the Fusang treasure tree.▲,ww●w.2↖3wx.c√om

"I want to take the initiative to attack!"

Xiang Zhou frowned. He thought the other party would at least be polite. Naturally, he was not very familiar with Prince Jinwu. They were all half-aged and had no politeness of mature monks. They either beat or leave, and they would not say more.

"If you beg for mercy, I will feel a little uncomfortable. Remember your grandfather's name, I am Shangwu Baiman." Baiman laughed loudly, and the golden light on his body was already pursuing his magical powers.

"I'll know who begged for mercy later! This prince won't give you a chance."

The boss of Jinwu shouted: "Design the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fusang treasure tree was driven to hundreds of meters high. The ten princes stood one branch each, and the Jinwu boss stood at the top of the Fusang treasure tree.

When we saw strange flame ripples appearing around the Fusang treasure tree again, we could vaguely feel an inexplicable chain of power, connecting all the branches of the innate spiritual root and the Prince of Jin Crow above.

"Be careful!"

Xiangzhou shouted, reminding many witch tribes. He was stronger than his wife, but if it were said that spiritual consciousness was far inferior to Liu Feng. When the ten golden crow princes stood on the Fusang treasure tree, she suddenly felt that the ten golden crows and the innate spiritual roots were completely integrated into one.

This feeling made her feel alert, but she just couldn't explain what was wrong.

She is not unfamiliar with the Fusang treasure tree. Almost no one does not know the treasures that the Eastern Prince is famous all over the world. But even if the Eastern Prince uses it personally, there is no such strange feeling. I really don’t understand where the ten princes of the demon clan learned it.

"Kill me!"

Bai Man roared and turned into a huge sharp-blade golden ball, like a huge peak rushing towards the Fusang treasure tree.

Before Zhaoming Shura rose, he did not feel that his strength was insufficient, and he was confident that he would one day enter the realm of the Great Witch. However, he had suffered a series of defeats. He had already discovered that the so-called deceiving one day was a self-deception, and the right way was to do his best to make breakthroughs.

In recent years, he has been practicing hard and has made some progress, and has become closer to the realm of the Great Witch.

At this moment, all efforts were taken, and the breath was born to the extreme. It felt like the sky was collapsed and the earth was shocking.

When the huge golden light body hit the Fusang treasure tree, a loud bang made all the witch tribes dumbfounded.

The golden light was shining brightly, and it was ignited by the flames in an instant, and then there was a smur of pain. A huge figure was burned back by the raging flames. It was Baiman.

The flame patterns on the Fusang treasure tree were like tides. The innate spiritual roots and ten golden crows inside were wrapped around it. At a glance, it turned out to be like a huge, impeccable armor.

"Baiman!"

Seeing Baiman flying down like a kite with broken strings, Xiang Zhou flashed, and hurriedly stepped forward to use him to explore his true energy and immediately changed his face.

At this time, the meridians in Baiman's body were almost completely broken, and terrible fire energy swayed in its meridians, and the destruction speed was extremely fast. Not to mention recovering, it was a blessing to be able to save your life.

What happened just now happened so quickly. Even Xiangzhou didn't see clearly what happened after Bai Man rushed over. What did these ten Golden Crow Princes practice? They were so powerful.

It was in shock that Bai Man stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, spitting out two words: "Go away!"

The words had not yet fallen completely and had already fainted.

The result made the witch clan gasp. The boss of Jinwu laughed: "Idiot, I actually want to attack the formation of the destruction of all directions. Today I will let you see the power of my prince of the Heavenly Court, let you see what the destruction flame is. Kill!"

With a command, a buzzing sound came from the Fusang treasure tree, as if it was a bell or a bell. Then countless flames rushed out of the Fusang treasure tree, like a torrent rushing around. The flames were no longer in nothingness, but condensed as substance.

Just a little bit of the energy contained in the flames, Xiang Zhou ordered loudly without hesitation: "Retreat!"

This may be the first time in the history of the witch clan, and he retreated directly as soon as he arrived at the battlefield. But the situation had no choice. From those flames, he saw a sense of familiarity.

The source of that familiarity is either someone else or the Dong Wang Duke who has died at Zhaoming's hands.

It is undeniable that the flames emitted by the Fusang treasure tree are not as good as those in the hands of the Eastern Prince, but this is no longer a force that the sub-saints can face.

He was able to hurt Bai Man like this in just a moment. Xiang Zhou didn't think he could resist much more time, and others were even worse.

"I want to leave, are you leaving? Let's see the Ten Days Burning Sky!"

Prince Jinwu laughed loudly, urging the Fusang treasure tree even more powerfully. The innate spiritual roots that were hundreds of meters high made waves of roar like a Taoist sound, and their body shape began to grow.

Hundred meters, 1,000 meters, 3,000 meters... In the blink of an eye, it turned into tens of thousands of meters high. It was like a huge pillar of heaven, connecting the sky and the earth, and undermining the world.

The Golden Crow Prince, standing on the branch of the Fusang treasure tree, became quite huge, and his whole body was wrapped in flames. At first glance, it seemed as if ten suns had appeared in the void.

It didn't even have to activate too many magical powers. The flames released by the ten Golden Crow princes made many witch tribes feel a terrible heat, as if they had put the heaven and earth on the fire.

“Huhu…”

The waves of heat blew by, like the change of time and space. The swamp land that had been dried by flames became dry in an instant, like a dehydrated eggplant.

I heard a wave of rumbling business coming again. All the ground in the range carnitine saw broken and sinking. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a vast desert, with countless flames flashing in the desert.

"Suffer to die!"

With a loud shout, the light on the ten golden crow princes became even brighter, and the terrifying heat was like a tsunami covering the sky and covering the sky.

"ah!"

A tragic exclaim came, and in this blink of an eye, hundreds of sub-saints were directly roasted to death by heat.

"Walk!"

The prime minister did not dare to delay any more and took off without hesitation.

But he was facing Prince Jinwu at this moment. How could he watch his opponent leave safely when he was arrogant and domineering?

"kill!"

The boss of Jinwu waved his hand and the Fusang treasure tree was like a giant flaming beast, chasing the witch clan's defeated army with the force of swallowing the sky and burning the earth.

The blazing fire burned thousands of miles. The upper end followed the bottom of the sky, and the lower end turned the muddy swamp into boiling lava. Wherever it passed, there was only flames and no gap at all.

"You bunch of sluts, see where you run!"

The Golden Crow Boss laughed loudly, and the Fusang treasure tree was getting faster and faster. In an instant, it caught up with a group of sub-saint witch tribes, sweeping the flames, as if yellow sand was swallowing people. In the terrifying sun spirit fire, there was no longer any corpse left before they could even scream.

"Slave slave, spouse!"

The Golden Crow Boss laughed loudly, which made all the witch clans' hearts tremble, and Xiangzhou couldn't understand how these ten Golden Crow princes could release such a terrifying attack. The ten people joined forces were even more terrifying than Zhaoming back then. It was impossible for the Immortal King to beat him without a fight.

He naturally didn't know that this formation was called the Ten Directions Destroyed Formation. It was one of the strange formations of the last era. It could only be used by the fire monks. It has the power of burning the sky and boiling the earth, and it is extremely extraordinary.

The ten brothers of the Prince of Jinwu are in harmony with the ten directions, and the power of flame is originally violent, fierce and violent, and the light of destruction. The addition of the two is in harmony.

I don’t know where the Taoist Kunpeng learned it, and taught these ten brothers at the time of the Heavenly Palace. Naturally, in the Heavenly Palace, they can only practice occasionally and cannot be used at will, so even Zhaoming didn’t know what they learned was so powerful.

This kind of formation consumes a huge amount, and the Fusang Baotou as the array eye is to make up for the shortcomings of insufficient vitality. Fusang Baotou has the effect of absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth for one's own use.

At this time, the flame released by the ten brothers was extremely terrifying to consume the true energy. Without the Fusang Treasure Tree, they could only give up after not igniting half a quarter of an hour. But with the Fusang Treasure Tree, their own consumption could hardly be mentioned, but they just rely on their minds to control it.

Burning the sky on ten days, destruction along the way.

The Sun Spirit Fire released by the Ten Directions Destruction Array and the Fusang Treasure Tree have already felt the Sun True Fire, and it is not a flame that sub-saints can face.

Anyone who is affected will be turned into ashes, and even the corpse has not been left behind.

"You little slaves, let's see where you run away!"

The Golden Crow Boss laughed loudly and activated it, making the Fusang treasure tree faster. The flames roared like a mad dragon flying. In just a moment, he caught up with Xiangzhou and Liu Feng who were holding Baiman.

As they danced wildly, the flames cut off their way and surrounded them.

Looking at the ten golden crow princes who were rampant on the Fusang treasure tree, Xiang Zhou felt a little frustrated and didn't know how to explode. The witch family can also be said to be prosperous, with about twenty people, all of whom are strong people who are extremely likely to enter the realm of the Immortal King.

But over the years, only four or five people have been killed by Zhaoming and Shura. If all the witches are here, even if the Immortal King doesn't take action, these ten juniors will not be crazy.

But that's all, if the ten Golden Crow princes are so powerful, each of them can be comparable to the Supreme Witch. If they join forces, the Immortal King will not come out and no one will compete. Perhaps even if the Immortal King takes action, it will not be so easy to solve.

"Kneel on the ground and kowtow ten times to the prince, and let you bastard slaves go to life." The boss of Jinwu stood on the top of the Fusang treasure tree and laughed.

The teeth shattered and his hair was furious. Xiang Zhou took a deep breath, looked at Liu Feng and said loudly, "The witch clan can be killed but not humiliated."

"Then you guys are going to die!"
Chapter completed!